Frederick Douglass: “Upon his own head he invited all the bolts of slaveholding vengeance.”

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.

It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.

Father he might be, and not be husband, and could sell his own child without incurring reproach, if in its veins coursed one drop of African blood.